Damien's POV
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.
It wasn't just the blood-swapping. No, that was just the excuse I used to convince myself it was something temporary—chemical, physical. But deep down, I knew better. This wasn't just about the bond or some wolf-induced side effect.
This was her.
I stared into the fire, the bourbon in my hand doing little to calm the storm raging inside me. My fingers tightened around the glass as the flames danced, flickering with the same intensity that had been building in me since the first time I laid eyes on her.
Remi.
She was like a damned song you couldn't get out of your head, haunting you at every turn. The way she carried herself—kind but fierce, gentle yet unyielding—it drew me in. And those eyes... they could level kingdo
